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Chapter 148 Giant Zongzi, it's incredibly delicious, come and try it!

"Tingting, your cousin needs your help today. You absolutely have to help me."

“Okay, cousin, how do you want me to help? What’s mine is yours, cousin. Whatever you want, Tingting will give you.”

Upon hearing that Mo Fei needed his help, he agreed to Mo Fei's request without even asking for details.

“I have a big collaboration with this Mr. Four Eyes, and I need one hundred large yellow croakers. Tingting, could you borrow them for a while? Don’t worry, I’ll return them to you soon.”

The person who said this was not just being presumptuous.

The appearance of the four eyes proves that the plot of Uncle Zombie is not far away. That golden coffin that contained the Qing Dynasty royal zombies must have contained at least a thousand goldfish.

"Okay, I'll go find the housekeeper. It's alright, it doesn't matter if my cousin doesn't return it, Tingting's is yours."

Ren Tingting returned from studying abroad. Her personality had a wildness that made her reckless in love, which Mo Fei found hard to resist and realized that he would soon fall for her.

Seeing that Si Mu had left behind three ancient books after receiving the gold, as if afraid that he would change his mind, a strange smile quietly appeared on Mo Fei's face.

"Don't worry, we'll see each other again soon. If I don't empty your pockets then, shall I take your surname?"

Hearing the system's notification, Mo Fei's eyes couldn't help but gleam with a hint of fervor.

As a renowned Taoist sect in China, Maoshan can be considered one of the top forces in the entire Chinese Taoist community.

"Ding! Congratulations, host, you have obtained the Maoshan Corpse Refining Treasure Talisman, the Maoshan Corpse Control Treasure Talisman, and the Maoshan Divine Invocation Technique. Would you like to learn them?"

As Mo Fei confirmed, he quickly digested and understood the three unique martial arts techniques of the Maoshan Corpse Clan.

Various methods for handling corpses, refining corpses, and distinguishing the inheritance of a corpse's aptitude all flooded into Mo Fei's mind.

The art of summoning deities is an extremely profound method, with both its upper and lower limits being very high; the difference lies in the deity you summon.

The difference between inviting a minor deity and inviting a supreme god from the heavens is like heaven and earth.

The information about the Maoshan martial arts lineage states that someone was once fortunate enough to have Lu Zu, the Pure Yang True Immortal of the Eight Immortals, possess him.

Although the possessed deity cannot possess their full strength, their combat experience and various incredible secret techniques can bring about an explosive improvement.

Legend has it that the battle was against a flying corpse. The ancestor, who was being crushed by the flying corpse, asked the Pure Yang True Immortal Lu Zu to possess him. On the spot, he easily killed the powerful demon that could fly and escape into the earth.

However, the disadvantages of the divine summoning technique are also very obvious. Because the patriarch summoned an overly powerful deity, he exhausted a lot of his energy and soon passed away.

"Good stuff, worth the price."

Mo Fei happily reviewed the memories in his mind, and only after he had fully digested them did he rush back to the security team's station.

Upon returning to his post, Mo Fei immediately went to the courtyard where Dong Xiaoyu was buried and shouted loudly at her grave from afar, "Little Dong, come out and greet your guests."

After a long silence in the courtyard, Dong Xiaoyu, looking ashamed and indignant, finally materialized from black smoke and gave Boss Mo Fei a disdainful look.

Seeing the alluring yet clearly furious Dong Xiaoyu, perhaps utterly oblivious to her own shortcomings, she retorted:

"What's wrong? Who made you so angry? Tell me, and I'll definitely get an explanation for you."

Faced with Mo Fei's reckless and unruly personality, the beautiful ghost Dong Xiaoyu was at a loss and could only speak coldly:

"What do you want? Do you want to know where that giant zombie is hiding?"

"Xiaoyu, you are so clever! Before I even said anything, you knew what I wanted to ask. You are so thoughtful."

Dong Xiaoyu completely ignored Mo Fei's flattery and asked with a hint of amusement, "I've done so much for you. Have you made any progress on what you promised me? Otherwise, I'll have to go back and rest because my soul power is too depleted."

"There has definitely been progress. Today I met a master from Maoshan. His skill in refining corpses and summoning spirits is truly masterful. How about I introduce you to him another day?"

"..."

Dong Xiaoyu was so speechless by Mo Fei's words that she rolled her eyes and didn't want to say another word to him.

As a demon, she would have no chance of survival if she were encountered by a Maoshan Taoist priest; this guy was clearly threatening her.

"Come with me, I'll take you there!"

Seeing that the situation was beyond her control, Dong Xiaoyu didn't argue any further and simply gave in and led the way.

The two traversed mountains and valleys, quickly leaving the area of ​​Renjia Town and arriving at a place of lush forests and towering peaks.

Countless tall trees, vying for sunlight and rain, have grown their branches with all their might. Now, sunlight can no longer penetrate the dense foliage, making this place perpetually dark.

"This is indeed an excellent hiding place."

After checking the surrounding environment, Mo Fei secretly sighed in his heart, thinking that Ren Weiyong had indeed found a good place.

Where is Ren Weiyong?

In response to Mo Fei's question, Dong Xiaoyu answered directly with her actions.

Countless vines were manipulated in an instant, striking a huge, withered ancient tree.

"Roar!"

A violent roar of a corpse suddenly rang out from within the giant tree, echoing through the dark foliage, sending chills down the spine of even the most skilled and daring Mo Fei.

After the vines shattered the ancient tree, Ren Weiyong, dressed in tattered clothes, appeared in their sight.

At this point, Ren Weiyong was already agile, no longer the clumsy, hopping erratically he used to be.

The official hat on his head had long since disappeared, and his rotten face, coupled with his head that had almost no hair left, was truly nauseating.

Having absorbed a large amount of Qin Xiao's essence and blood, his strength is no weaker than it was in the original series.

But Mo Fei remained unfazed. So what if he was made of iron and steel? So what if he was invulnerable to swords and spears? If he couldn't catch up with me, it was all for nothing.

"Ugly monster, I heard you really enjoy drinking the blood of your closest relatives. I think we're related by blood, want to try some?"

Mo Fei reached out and touched his neck, inviting the large rice dumpling not far away:

"Gudong!"

Ren Weiyong, who had consumed the blood of a powerful figure, still vividly remembers that incredibly wonderful feeling.

Mo Fei's provocation was like placing drugs in front of a drug addict and asking him if he wanted to take them.

Ren Weiyong, who was initially somewhat wary of Mo Fei, finally let his desire overcome his already limited rationality. With a roar, he charged at Mo Fei like a mad tiger.

All the vines and trees that blocked his way broke as he charged forward. At this moment, Ren Weiyong's eyes were only on Mo Fei, who was emitting a delicious aroma.

At this moment, it had only one thought: to drain every drop of blood from the man in front of it and squeeze out every bit of energy from his body, using it all as its own stepping stone to advancement.

(End of this chapter)